Where do I begin? Today is Monday 9/4. It has been about a week since Hurricane Harvey left Houston, but it feels like it has been a month. I will try to share what these past 11 days have been like, not only for those outside of Houston, but also so that years from now we will be able to read this and remember.
The good news: Our family is ok. After the Memorial Day flood and the Tax Day flood we moved to a nearby apartment so that we would not have to go through this again. So this time we find ourselves with the blessing of being able to help others try to pick up the pieces instead of picking up our own.
The bad news: The entire city was just devastated by this storm which sat over us for 4 straight days and dumped 50 inches of rain. Our shul is flooded once again. Almost every house in the neighborhood is flooded. About ¼ of our staff at school have flooded. And about 30 families in the school as well. This will take a long time, a lot of money, and a lot of love to get through.
Let me start by sharing my own experience during Harvey, knowing that it is nothing compared to those who had to be airlifted by helicopter or rescued by boat from 5 feet of water in their homes.
Last Wednesday (8/23) was the 1st day of school. Teachers stood at the door clapping and cheering as students took those excited but nervous tentative 1st steps into a new school year. The 1st two days went very well. But seeing the forecast for, what was at the time, Tropical Storm Harvey, we decided to dismiss early on Friday at 2:30 (instead of 4:00) and to cancel school on Monday. By Friday morning Harvey was developing into a Hurricane over the Gulf of Mexico and we cancelled school for that day as well.
My wife Elisheva was supposed to fly up to New York Sunday morning with our eldest daughter Shira whose flight to Israel for her Gap Year was Sunday night. Anticipating flight delays or cancellations we changed plans and sent them up on Thursday night instead. They spent Shabbat with family in NJ and Shira made her flight to Israel without a problem. In the end, not only would her Sunday flight have been cancelled. The entire airport was shut down. So it was good that we got them out when we did.
A couple of weeks ago our kids were rear ended driving to the library and so our car has been in the shop. Driving a rental car home from school on Thursday with the twins I went straight home and parked on the higher parking lot in our building, determined to get a spot that would not flood. Earlier in the day I had filled up with gas and stocked up on groceries. I even bought the twins a new board game to get us through the weekend. I did not realize it at the time, but we would be stuck in the building until the following Tuesday afternoon.
Before Shabbat I filled jugs of water in case we lost power. I cooked a good cholent (nervous that it would go bad if the power went out). And I downloaded some kid movies from Netflix for Sunday in case we lost power. We stayed home the whole Shabbat in anticipation of the storm which was coming. We may have broken the record for most board games played, and by around 7pm the skies erupted. Loud thunderstorms and flashes of lightning announced the arrival of Harvey. Tornado warnings kept flashing on the phone and TV. I got the twins to sleep even though Simcha still gets very nervous during loud storms as leftover anxiety from previous floods. [In addition, each night Rina cried because she missed her sister who was off to Israel]. And then I stayed up most of the night watching the water level get higher and higher. I saw a car drive up onto the sidewalk in order to try and stay dry, but by the morning the water was about two inches from its top. In front of our building you could see more flooded cars and the water up to the 2nd story of the apartment building across the street. The local meteorologist said she had seen 2-3 inches of rain/hour before, but had never seen 4-5/hour before. Ultimately, Harvey dropped 19 Trillion gallons of rainwater over Texas (enough to cover all of Texas, California, and Alaska combined with one inch of water). This is a year’s worth of rain in just 5 days!
Basically what was happening was that Harvey hit Corpus Christi (3 hours south of Houston) Friday night as a strong Category 4 Hurricane with 130 mph winds. It then drifted northwest very slowly (around 3mph) and we were on the eastern “dirty” side of the storm, so we got rain band after rain band.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dzn309lDKBs
Around 5:30am the TV and Internet went out. And around 10am the power went out as well. I quickly had one last cup of coffee from the Urn and we spent the next couple of days eating food from the fridge that we didn’t think spoiled and charging phones and kindles in the car. We filled buckets with water from the pool to fill our toilet tanks so that we could flush. And we packed an emergency suitcase with clothes, important papers, and all of Rina’s Diabetes meds in case the water kept rising and we would have to go up to a higher floor. Mercifully, the temperature was cooler than usual so sleeping that night was not as uncomfortable as it could have been.
Both Sunday night and Monday night had heavy rains and rising flood water as I drifted off to sleep, but in the mornings somehow the rains had stopped and the water level gone down a bit. On Monday morning there was a meeting in our building where the manager basically said, “If you want to get out during this lull in the storm do it now because it’s about to get worse.” The storm had moved backwards out to the Gulf and was then forecast to come straight up over Houston. So we had this little window if we wanted to get out. Boats were picking people up and taking them to a staging area where Army trucks would take them to the George R. Brown Convention Center. Many people in the building left, including the manager herself. But on the radio (battery operated) they kept saying to stay sheltered unless you had no other option because even if the streets around you were passable there could be flash floods a few blocks away. They were talking about how if you needed to go up to your attic due to rising waters in your house to only do so if you had an axe to break through to the roof if the waters got even higher. They said it was safer to go up to your roof if need be. A bunch of Jewish families in the building got together and we all agreed to stay put. Even if we wouldn't get power for a few days we could take turns opening our freezers and since we were higher up we felt safe. From my window I could see helicopters airlifting people in baskets from the tops of nearby buildings. It felt like were trapped in this dark hot building and would never see the light of day.
Well, ironically, that same afternoon the power came back on. It turned off a few minutes later but around 4pm it came back for good. Afraid the power would go out again, I quickly had Rina charge her insulin pump and charged my cell phone as well. All three of us took quick showers. I had a warm cup of coffee, filled the tub with water, and washed the pile of dirty dishes. It was so good to have light and AC again, though much of the food by that point had spoiled. We still did not have TV/Internet (that came back just last night) but we were comfortable. Sometimes it takes something really big to make you appreciate the little things.
Harvey ended up moving a little east sparing Houston even more damage. Much of the city was still flooding from overflowing bayous and dams that had to be released. But by Tuesday morning the rain had stopped, the streets around us mostly drained, and we were able to step out for the 1st time to assess the damage. I helped a friend remove flooded couches from his home. I walked through what was once our shul and saw what looked like a war zone. A cousin who lives in a neighborhood that did not flood kindly braved the supermarket lines and brought us some groceries. In the end over 40 people died as a result of the Hurricane and tens of thousands are displaced from their homes. Harvey will end up being the costliest storm in US History (more than Katrina and Sandy combined).
The focus now turned to recovery. We immediately announced that, since our school (Robert M. Beren Academy) thankfully did not flood, we would host a Mini Camp for children in the community whose homes flooded or whose parents were volunteering. Our teenagers stepped up to serve as counselors, and we kept the kids occupied and happy for Wed-Fri. A bunch of teachers and parents shopped and prepared lunch for the kids and for anyone else in the community who needed a hot meal. Elisheva was able to finally fly home on Thursday night. We decided that school would open again on Tuesday 9/5 so that we could give the kids some normalcy and routine in their lives, and allow the parents to do the work they needed to do. But this did not mean we had a nice long weekend to relax. These last two days we have been in the school morning until night hosting the recovery efforts. As much rain fell over Houston in the last week, there has been even more Chesed, and it will not end anytime soon.
An army of volunteers, both from within the Houston Jewish community and beyond (Israel, New York, Baltimore, Miami, Chicago, Atlanta, Dallas…) have turned the school into Ground Zero for recovery efforts. A team from Dallas brought a truck down and they are grilling and smoking 3000 (delicious) meals a day for anyone who needs. Trucks of donations have come in to the point where we are having trouble storing it and getting it all out to the people who need it. Hundreds of volunteers are going house to house helping people remove drywall and floors as well as flooded furniture and possessions. Tens of families have taken in their neighbors for as long as they need. We have received calls or emails from schools and shuls all over the country asking how they can help. The outpouring of support is so appreciated as it helps us know that we are not alone and that others care. I have never felt the concept of Kol Yisrael Areivin Zeh Lazeh as deeply as I have this past week. We have started a campaign to raise 5 million dollars in one week in order to rebuild the shul to a higher level so that this will never happen again and to increase the tuition assistance we can offer families who have lost almost everything. We are also collecting Gift cards to stores that we can distribute to families who need to replace so much.
The theme that I keep thinking about is the idea that at the same time we are so Scattered and yet so Together. Our thoughts are scattered, as there is so much happening at once that it feels at times difficult to maintain your train of thought or to make a coherent decision. Our homes are scattered, as many are now living with friends while they try to find a new place to live. Many people are worrying about not only the short term but also the long term future (how can we sustain a community that has now flooded 3x in the last 27 months?). But the truth is that the shul will rebuild eventually and be beautiful. The homes in the neighborhood will be raised up. And what will remain is a community that has been through the worst together and helped each other through it. It will be a community of Achdut and Strength. It will be more Together than ever before.
Let me talk about one last thing for now, and that is Mental Health. Our community is in the midst of Trauma. This was a terrifying few days. The winds and the flooding took over 40 lives, including the elderly woman who lived next door to the house we used to live in when we flooded the previous two times. On Shabbat I wondered whether I should bench Gomel. On the one hand, thank God, I never felt that we were in any imminent danger. But on the other hand, this entire city should bench Gomel, as every one of us just survived a monster storm. One man who did have to wait out the rising water in his home came down from his aliyah where he had benched Gomel and just burst into tears. There is trauma from the fear of the experience. There is trauma from the immensity of loss. There is trauma from the anxiety over what the future will bring, including for many where they will live and how long it will take to rebuild or recover. There is trauma from the physical and emotional exhaustion of schlepping the garbage to the curb and seeing it everywhere as you walk and drive through the streets. There is trauma from the fear that this could happen again. There is trauma from those who have now flooded three separate times. And there is trauma from those whose homes or apartments did not flood and are feeling survivor’s guilt.
Tomorrow students return to school, many of whom are no longer able to live in their homes. We will try to make school feel like a safe normal place where they can just be themselves. We will provide mental health counseling and will guide our teachers (many of whom are dealing with their own recovery and trauma) on how to support their students as they transition back into day to day reality. We will teach our students about Resilience and Grit. And we will hold on to each other so that even when all the debris is removed and the volunteers are gone we will be able to see the rainbow that always appears after the storm.
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